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[ cesare is just.. writing. there are books and papers spread across his desk (god only knows where he found the paper and the pencil he's using-- the paper's probably been reused), and his long hair's been pulled back into a ponytail held up by a thin ribbon. the ribbon seems to be fighting a losing battle, though, because a few strands have already slipped away, and several more slide loose and into his face even at that moment. he finally sighs, raising his head again and tucking them behind his ear, fingers going to massage his temple.
but then he seems to notice the communicator, and frowns thoughtfully at it. ]
Well.. that was no doubt rather boring, wasn't it?
[ a pause, and he arches a brow, resting his chin on a slender fist ]
.. Does Discedo often steal one's memories? I find it to be quite disturbing, if so. Two days do not simply vanish.
[ another pause, and he picks his pencil back up, waving it at the screen-- it's almost halfway gone ]
I don't suppose anyone has another pencil that isn't being used?
but then he seems to notice the communicator, and frowns thoughtfully at it. ]
Well.. that was no doubt rather boring, wasn't it?
[ a pause, and he arches a brow, resting his chin on a slender fist ]
.. Does Discedo often steal one's memories? I find it to be quite disturbing, if so. Two days do not simply vanish.
[ another pause, and he picks his pencil back up, waving it at the screen-- it's almost halfway gone ]
I don't suppose anyone has another pencil that isn't being used?